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Ethem rowed vigorously.

"Yup. Not her."

"There's another woman made of goo?"

"Several! All quite th-''
*Before he can finish, Bucky jumps up onto the counter.*

"A pink one? Wearing a dress?"

"No."

He groaned. "Of course." He pulled out a glass jar, with a piece of goo, wiggling around. "Marker's still working, that's good."

"?"

"This is a piece of herself she gave to me, so that I could find her if I was lost."

"Oh..."
*Bucky rolls over.*

"We're...close."

"..."

"A-Anyways.."

"You done?"
*Sami seems to be getting agitated now.*

Atheria: "Yep! You...uh...kinda looking angry there, bud."

"Oh trust me, I know."

"Why?"

"Just a little annoyed."
*They pet Bucky to try to calm down. It is clearly not working.*

"And...why?"

"I don't frickin' know."

"Hm."

*She comes in, and Sami whispers to him to not tell her he called her thicc.*

Athera: "What is i-" she gasped, blushing. "Ethie!" She hugged Ethem, who blushed.

"Well shit."

Ethem: "What?"

:Nothing. I just didn't want to know what would happen."

"Huh."

Atheria smooched Ethem.

*They put their head down.*

Ethem was flustered.

". . ."

"Heh..."

*He eventually arrived, and spotted a shop.*

He went inside.

"Huh? Oh, hello there!"
*A kind-looking man is standing behind the counter, which is made of planks. A fox is also sleeping next to Ethem's feet.**

"Hm?" He glanced down at the fox.

"Oh, that's Bucky. He's such a good boy."

"Hm. Have you seen an attractive woman made out of goo?"

"Erm...no. Well, maybe one, but...I doubt she's who you're looking for..."
*He leans in.*
"Just between you and me, though...she is quite thicc..."

"If she's who I'm looking for, I'll make you regret those words."

"What's her name?"

"Atheria. Princess of the Sliem."

"Oh."
*Bucky looks like he wants to be pet.*

He pet it. "Her parents..died, I avenged them.

"Aw, that's kinda sad..."
*The fox pants.*

"Yeah, we traveled together."

"Jesus."

"I...love her, but I'm too afraid to tell her. My life is dangerous, and I don't want her being hurt."

". . .I miht actually know her. She lives somewhere here."

"Really?*

"Yeah!"

"Tell me."

"..."

"So..."

"So?"